Because Zuo Si and his group did not trigger the warning runes and traps placed near the cave entrance, but instead carefully avoided them with the help of detection magic.
At this moment, the man who looked to be around fifty years old was standing in an empty natural cave, staring at the special envoy sent by the Zhentarim high-level officials a few meters away, and confirmed again: "Ms. Clarice, your target this time is just a box, right?"
"That's right! We only want a box and its contents. Other than that, all the goods in the caravan belong to you, the Dragon Cult."
The woman in a blue robe called Clarice answered in the affirmative without hesitation.
She always had a faint smile on her face, and didn't show any impatience or annoyance because of the other party's repeated questioning.
"I don't understand. What on earth is in this box that could make you make such a big fuss and even willing to give up goods worth hundreds of thousands of gold coins?" The purple-robed priest cautiously tested.
Although in Faerun, the Cult of the Dragon is as terrifying and famous as the Zhentarim.
But when it comes to intelligence collection and transmission, the former is not even worthy of carrying shoes for the latter.
In addition, the organizational structure of the Dragon Worship Cult itself is very loose.
Therefore, the purple-robed priest did not yet know what had happened in the southern port of Kalin, let alone that the Church of Xirik had lost an important box.
The only thing we know is that Beltogas and several high-level mages in the stronghold all died near the monster camp outside the city of Mylatma.
The one who did it was a powerful spellcaster named Soth.
This is also a prerequisite for the two evil organizations to reach trust and cooperation because they have a common enemy.
Clarice responded in a slightly playful tone: "Sorry, this is a secret, I can't tell you. But I think the caravan's goods worth hundreds of thousands of gold coins should be enough to dispel your unnecessary curiosity, right?"
"Of course. Please forgive me for the offense."
Seeing that there was no way the other party would tell him the truth, the purple-robed priest immediately gave up trying.
After all, no matter what is in that box, it is far less important to the Dragon Worshipping Cult than the treasures and goods worth hundreds of thousands of gold coins.
With these riches, they can lure more evil dragons who value money as their life to become allies of the organization and expand their sphere of influence in the Vortex Mountains.
If one could successfully persuade a dragon that was about to die or was seriously injured to agree to transform itself into a dracolich, it would definitely be considered a great achievement.
Moreover, the dragon lich is the same as the lich. As long as the life box is protected, it can be reborn infinitely.
The panic and destructive power they can cause are far more terrifying than real dragons.
If they relied on the Starswirl Mountains as their rear base, captured Zazespor, an important port city on the west coast of Faerun, and then intervened in the civil war in the Kingdom of Tethyr, they might be able to establish a country ruled by dead dragons as predicted by Sammaster.
Thinking of this scene, the purple-robed priest trembled with excitement.
Just like that, after a brief conversation, both sides fell into silence again.
Because they were all waiting, waiting for the men who were ambushing on the cliffs of "Lucky Valley" to bring back the good news that the ambush was successful.
Unfortunately, these people will probably never receive the so-called "good news".
Just when Clarice was about to cast a communication magic to inquire about the progress of the matter, a loud noise suddenly echoed throughout the cave.
boom!!!!!!!!
Along with violent tremors that shook the earth, the ground beneath their cave suddenly cracked without warning, and extremely hot red magma gushed out from deep within the earth.
Countless members of the Dragon Cult who had no time to react, as well as many Zhentarim guards, all let out heart-wrenching screams.
Those who fell into the hot magma were lucky, because the maddening pain lasted only a few seconds before they died.
In contrast, those unlucky people who did not fall in but were splashed with lava instead would have to endure the pain for a longer time.
[Deadly Lava]! An eighth-level spell.
In order to prove her own worth, the lich, Vanessa, used her ultimate skill right at the start, giving the opponent a small surprise of "billion points".
But that's not all! Alena immediately followed up with a [Fireball], killing a group of Dragon Worshipers who had managed to escape the lava's influence.
At this time, the purple-robed priest finally realized that his lair had been invaded. He immediately used magic items to protect himself and shouted, "Who? Who dares to break into this sacred place?"
"You sent people to ambush me, and now you have the nerve to ask who I am?"
Zuo Si slowly walked out of the darkness, with dazzling arcane light flashing all over his body, and it was obvious that he had cast many protective spells in advance.
"It's you?!"
Clarice's pupils suddenly dilated and she became extremely nervous.
Because she had seen Zuo Si's portrait and detailed description from the intelligence collected by the Zhentarim.
Knowing how dangerous this human boy who looks about ten years old and has oriental temperament is.
Whether it was his first appearance on the deserted island that caused the defeat of the famous Captain "Blood Hand", or his actions in Port Calin, he demonstrated quite astonishing and terrifying potential.
The most important thing is that the other party doesn’t care about laws, rules and the like, and will never be bound by any rules.
Once they confirm that someone is an enemy, they will kill and destroy him without mercy. Their ruthlessness is so ruthless that even many Zhentarim killers are terrified.
If it weren't for the personal order from Manson, the founder and one of the top leaders of the organization, Clarice would not have wanted to be an enemy of such a dangerous guy.
But unfortunately, although her status is much higher than those low-level spies and assassins, she is not yet one of the bigwigs in the "inner circle".
When an order comes from a higher level, it must be carried out no matter how dangerous it is.
"Hello, Ms. Clarice. If I'm not mistaken, you and the evil master behind you should want this, right?"
Zuo Si took out a box made of fine gold from his bag and shook it gently with a smile on his face.
moment!
The Zhentarim messenger's expression changed, and he asked nervously, "You...you opened it?"
"No, I don't have the ability to open a box sealed by so many divine runes. Someone else opened it. As for the things inside... they have been completely destroyed."
As he spoke, Zuo Si opened the box and showed the empty interior to everyone.
As for the dried-up heart that had lost its divine power, it had already been placed in a new container that was shielded from magical detection.
He planned to use this heart as the core to create a powerful undead creature after he settled down.
Even though it has lost its divine power, it is still the heart of Baal, the god of murder.
"What? Destroyed? That's impossible! No mortal can destroy murder..."
Perhaps because she was too emotional, Clarice almost let the cat out of the bag.
Fortunately, she reacted quickly enough and stopped at the most critical point in time.
Otherwise, God knows how the purple-robed priest of the Dragon Worship Cult next to him would react.
After all, it is the heart of God! Although he was driven down to the mortal world by the God of Gods Io during the Year of Troubles, strictly speaking, he can only be regarded as a "saint".
But the power contained in his body is genuine.
This can be seen from the fact that they can grant divine spells to the priests around them.
There are not many things in this world that can truly hurt God.
Clarice has no faith that Zuo Si has the ability to destroy what remains of the heart of the late Baal, the god of murder.
She believed that the other party opened the box through some unknown method, discovered the heart containing the killing power inside, and then hid it.
You must know that since the death of Bane, the god of tyranny, the Zhentarim have been split into two factions.
One faction supports converting to Cyric, and believes that this new god who has obtained all the priesthood and power of the Three Gods of Death is the one who can lead the organization to defeat the Harpist Alliance and the Chosen Ones of the Goddess of Magic in the future.
This faction is growing at an unimaginable speed as Cyric has become one of the most powerful gods in the entire continent of Faerun.
The other faction firmly believes that Cyric's style of doing things is too chaotic and may bring devastating disaster to the Zhentarim.
The latter united around Furzol Chamberlain, the Chosen of Bane, and joined the demigod Achitu Xvim, the Son of Bane.
Clarice's master, the nominal lord of Zhentil Keep, the original founder of the Zhentarim, and the famous legendary wizard of Faerun - Manshoon, obviously does not like Cyric of the Chaos Camp and his ambitious and crazy followers at all.
In order to prevent the organization he founded from falling into the hands of the Church of Cyric, Manshoon has begun secretly planning to transfer the manpower of Zhentil Keep and the Zhentarim, while collecting things that can be used to fight against Cyric.
This time, Clarice took a huge risk and came to the Starswirl Mountains to cooperate with the Cult of the Dragon in order to get the heart left behind by Baal, the God of Murder, for Manshoon.
She simply couldn't imagine how the evil and cruel master would deal with her if she failed.
Zuo Si, who had blessed himself with the [Detect Thoughts] magic in advance, keenly sensed the panic and fear in the heart of the woman in front of him, and asked with a smile: "What if the person who opened this box is not a mortal?"
"Not a mortal?!"
Clarice's heart skipped a beat and she suddenly had a bad feeling.
"That's right! The one who destroyed the heart of Baal, the god of murder, was the incarnation of Ilmater, the god of suffering.
So please go back and tell Lord Manson not to bother me anymore.
This time, I will kill all the Zhentarim members except you as a warning.
If it happens a second time, I might consider going to Zhentil Keep myself to do something as revenge.
Oh, I almost forgot to tell you that I am actually the chosen one of Talona, the goddess of poison and disease, and I possess enough power to easily destroy a city or even a country.
So if you have any evil thoughts, you'd better consider the consequences first."
As the last word came out of his mouth, Zuo Si slowly raised his hand and transformed the horrible viruses, bacteria and highly toxic substances into pure energy form, and then released it violently.
The next second...
Boom!!! Everything within a radius of hundreds of meters around him was engulfed by this black energy flame.
Except for Clarice, all the members of the Zhentarim at the back fell to their knees and let out blood-curdling howls.
In just less than a second, countless blisters began to grow on these people's skin, followed by rapid pus and ulceration.
A large amount of liquid with a pungent smell flowed out from the surface of the body, creating a hellish scene.
In the end, in less than half a minute, all the unlucky people who were swept by the black energy flames turned into a pool of blood and were eventually evaporated by the magma, without even a decent bone left.
The only things that proved that a group of people had indeed been killed were the black energy balls of varying sizes floating in the air.
"Elect... voters?!"
Watching the horrific death of the guard who was only one step away from her, Clarice felt her scalp tingling and her whole body was soaked in cold sweat.
Because what Zuo Si displayed was no longer magic or divine arts, but the power bestowed by God on his chosen people.
Knowing Fouchel Chamberlain, the Chosen One of the Banns, she knew exactly what the word "Chosen One" meant.
And voters are not the same as each other.
Some gods are very generous to their chosen ones, just like the Goddess of Magic who bestowed the powerful "Silver Fire" upon her chosen ones.
Some gods are very stingy with their chosen ones and grant very little power, such as Cyric.
The terrible power used by Zuo Sigang obviously belongs to the former type.
That's not a spell-like ability at all.
But it is a divine power that truly should belong only to gods, just like the "Silver Fire".
Without exception, the elects who possess such power have received God's unparalleled trust and favor.
Even if they die, there is a high probability that the gods will resurrect them personally.
Clarice couldn't imagine what kind of doomsday scene it would be if she angered this terrible guy in front of her, and then he ran to Zhentil Keep to spread a deadly plague and kill everyone in the city.
"Ma'am, you should go before I change my mind."
Zuo Si raised his hand to absorb the black energy balls into his body and gave a meaningful reminder.
"What about the men I brought with me? Are they all dead?" Clarice asked in a slightly trembling voice.
The woman had obviously realized the result, but she still wanted to confirm it so that she could explain to her master when she returned.
Zuo Si smiled and nodded. "That's right. If you mean those guys who were ambushing on the cliffs on both sides of Lucky Valley, they were all killed half an hour ago. After all, they attacked me, which was an unforgivable mistake. Finally, give my regards to Lord Mansong and wish him good health."
While saying this, Zuo Si deliberately placed one hand on his chest and bowed politely.
"I will. Farewell, the Chosen One of the Goddess of Poison and Disease, the Impressive Lord Soth."
Clarice also returned the greeting with one hand on her chest, and then activated the teleportation magic and disappeared without a trace.
After seeing his allies leave, the purple-robed priest of the Dragon Worship Cult came back to his senses and stared into the eyes of the boy in front of him who looked only about ten years old.
After a full minute, he finally said, "Dear Elector, I think we can resolve this dispute through negotiation."
"Negotiate? Lady Clarisse has the Zhentarim and Zhentil Keep behind her, as well as powerful spellcasters like Manshoon and Fuzor Chamberlain, so she was able to leave alive. Tell me, who do you think you are to want to negotiate with me?"
Zuo Si did not hide anything and was very direct in his sarcasm.
In his opinion, apart from the founder of the Dragon Cult, Sammaster, who was still a "big shot", the rest were a group of mentally ill and unreasonable lunatics and psychopaths.
In addition, he let Clarisse, one of Manshoon's men, go. Now he needs a target to "establish his authority" and let all the major evil organizations in Faerun know what the price will be for provoking him.
The Dragon Cult, which has no support from any gods and lacks high-level spellcasters, is naturally a very good target.
"Asshole! How dare you insult me?"
The purple-robed priest was obviously enraged, with an extremely crazy light flashing in his eyes.
No matter what, he is the supreme leader of this stronghold and has the final say.
Even though he behaves like a humble servant in front of the evil dragons, it does not mean that he will not strike back hard when facing humans.
Just the opposite!
The followers of the Cult of the Dragon are most ruthless when they attack their own kind.
In their view, the world is destined to be ruled by giant dragons from the dead, known as dracolichs.
Only those who join the Dragon Cult and serve the dragon are the "chosen people" of the new world.
And those "fools" who still believe in gods are destined to become slaves crawling at their own feet in the future.
So the purple-robed priest did not hesitate for even a second and directly activated the magic ring on his finger.
moment!
An indescribable chill swept through the entire cave.
Immediately afterwards, a giant dragon skeleton exuding the breath of death slowly walked out from the left side of the cave leading to a deeper cave.
It was over twenty-five meters long, and its wings looked tattered. Most of the muscles and scales had fallen off and rotted away, leaving only sharp wing bones.
Near the lower part of the abdominal ribs, one can clearly observe dense negative energy gathering into a ball.
A terrifying red light flickered in the two eye sockets on the skull.
There is no doubt that this is the trump card of the purple-robed priest of the Dragon Worship Cult, a dragon lich transformed from an unknown dragon.
Judging from the huge size of the skeleton, it should be at least an evil dragon that is at the "extremely old" or even "ancient dragon" age.
"Why did you call me?" the dracolich asked bluntly.
The purple-robed priest pointed at Zuo Si and his group and replied, "Help me kill these invaders! Be careful! The guy who looks like a human child is the chosen one of the goddess of poison and plague, Talona."
"The Chosen One of the Goddess of Toxic and Plague?" The dragon lich laughed contemptuously. "Hahahaha! What kind of threat can the power of poison and plague pose to an undead like me?"
"Trust me, you'll find out soon enough."
Zuo Si had obviously anticipated this scene. He turned around and winked at Vanessa, who was also a lich.
The latter understood what he meant and instantly activated the [Advanced Invisibility] on his cloak, disappearing without a trace.
Almost at the same time, Wilmes also changed back into the form of a red dragon, jumped down from a high place on the right side of the cave, and smashed it hard on the dragon lich's head.
Bang! The latter didn't even have time to react before several bones were broken.
The strike was successful! Wilmes immediately opened his big mouth full of sharp teeth, bit the opponent's neck bone, and then used his best fire breath without hesitation.
Boom!!! The dazzling red cone-shaped flame instantly illuminated the entire cave.
By the way, he also killed a large number of members of the Dragon Worship Cult on the opposite side.
Only the purple-robed priest and a few powerful mages under his command managed to escape.
But before these people could start preparing spells to fight back, they saw Alena activate a magic scroll.
The next second...
Fourth-ring magic [Dimension Anchor].
When dealing with a spellcaster who has the ability to teleport, this almost has to be released at the first opportunity.
因为只有如此，才能防止这些施法者们在感觉情况不妙的时候直接跑路。
眼见巨大的洞穴中央，两条龙已经纠缠到一起开始贴身肉搏，基本上谁都没有吟唱咒语的机会，左思毫不犹豫掏出手头唯一一张LV6的卡牌，把肉搏能力最强的钢铁魔像召唤出来。
当这个由二十多吨重钢铁构成的庞然大物凭空出现后，立刻冲向龙巫妖所在的位置，张开用精金强化过的尖牙狠狠咬了上去。
咔嚓！
没有任何意外！
龙巫妖粗壮结实的尾骨当场被咬断成两截。
很显然，这就是为什么左思坚持一定要把手头为数不多的精金，全部用来打造钢铁魔像的牙齿跟爪子。
因为精金拥有一项其他金属无法企及的特性，那就是极为恐怖的硬度。
凡是用精金打造的武器，几乎可以轻松刺穿、撕裂那些看上去十分坚固的钢铁铠甲。
这也就意味着，凡是硬度无法与精金相媲美的东西，在精金武器的面前就像纸糊的一样脆弱。
而且魔像没有独立意识，也没有什么思考能力，更不会感到恐惧，仅仅是机械式的执行主人下达的命令。
当咬断龙巫妖的尾巴后，它立刻一跃而起，凭借重达二十吨的恐怖体重来了一招“泰山压顶”。
原本正在跟龙巫妖缠斗的维尔梅斯看到这一招，吓得赶忙连连回退，生怕自己也被不小心牵连进去。
事实证明她的判断是正确的。
如果一块二十吨重的金属从高处落下来，其恐怖的破坏力根本不是任何生物能够承受的。
红龙巨大的身躯才刚刚跳开，钢铁魔像就轰的一声把龙巫妖的脊椎连带肋骨当场砸得粉碎。
它那坚硬到足以抵挡刀剑挥砍的骨头，根本无法抵挡这种恐怖的冲击力。
更可怕的是，钢铁魔像还拥有惊人的魔法抗力。
龙巫妖最拿手的魅惑控制类魔法，对这头沉重的金属造物根本不起作用。
无奈之下，它只能张开嘴试图撕咬钢铁魔像的脑袋，然后准备释放龙息喷吐。
但遗憾的是，这个动作还没等付诸实际行动，就被先一步被钢铁魔像锋利的爪子死死按在地上。
咔吧！
伴随着清脆的响声，精金利爪直接把龙巫妖的头骨给捏碎了。
带着强烈的不甘、憋屈和愤怒，这条不知道是什么龙转化成的巫妖就这样回到了它的命匣里。
整个过程，它连一个魔法都没有释放出来，也没能使出自己的喷吐能力。
相比起这边的惊天动地，另外一边与拜龙教紫袍祭司和他手下的战斗则显得平平无奇。
因为左思从一开始就使用了一张【沉默术】卡牌，把对方的施法者全部搞得没办法吟唱咒语。
紧跟着潜伏了半天的凶暴豹从黑暗中跳出来，冲进人群就是一通偷袭、撕咬。
半兽人瑞特和龙裔骑士戴维安随即发起进攻，配合阿莱娜的火焰魔法，三下五除二就干掉了大半。
紫袍祭司见败局已定，转身就想要朝洞穴更深的地方跑去。
结果立刻被一道火墙拦住去路。
无奈之下，只能靠随身携带的魔法物品，以及极少数通过超魔技巧——法术瞬发记忆的低环法术硬撑。
就连喝下隐身药水，都被左思释放的神术【消除隐形】给逼了出来。
等他身上的防护魔法一个一个解除，最终被汉丁顿的附魔箭矢贯穿眼窝当场暴毙。
甩了甩斧头上沾染的脑浆和血迹，半兽人瑞特忍不住咧开嘴笑着说道：“这场战斗似乎比预料中要轻松多了。我还以为会是一场苦战呢。”
“不，你错了。这个世界上从来都没有所谓的苦战。
只有准备充分的战斗和准备不充分的战斗。
前者的结果就像现在这样，摧枯拉朽般的杀死敌人结束一切。
后者才会出现你刚才提到的苦战。
我做的准备比敌人充分，因此赢得胜利不是理所应当的事情么？
不过这一次能得手，主要是源自于对方的轻敌、大意和对我们的不了解。
如果再有下一次，恐怕就不会如此轻松了。”
左思表情严肃的解释道。
他可不希望自己的手下因为几次胜利就产生盲目自大的心理。
毕竟像这种信息不对称的优势也许用个一两次、两三次还行，用的多了肯定会出大问题。
可随着时间的流逝，必定会有越来越多的人开始通过各种手段，获取关于左思的情报。
比如说这次克拉丽斯回去汇报之后，传奇法师曼松就百分之百会通过一些预言系魔法，以及散塔林会这个遍布费伦大陆的庞大黑暗情报网，想方设法搞清楚他的来历、能力、阵营、性格、习惯、喜好、弱点、施法等级、底牌等等一系列的信息。
这也就意味着，以后左思也会渐渐像魔法女神的选民、红袍巫师的首席、散塔林会内环的高层、竖琴手同盟的领导者一样，站在聚光灯下被所有明面上和暗地里的敌人研究、针对。
而唯一能够破局的手段就只有一个，那就是不断提高自身实力，同时增加手头可以使用的底牌。
更何况左思也不是没有“后台”。
从某种程度上来说，疾病与瘟疫女神塔洛娜就是最大的“后台”。
尽管他本人有点看不上这个“后台”，甚至内心之中还有那么一点鄙夷。
但如果有一天真的被逼急了，左思也不介意通过一些手段来扩大塔洛娜在整个费伦的信仰，使其成为中等神力乃至强大神力。
被泼了一盆冷水的瑞特也不生气，只是耸了耸肩膀表示自己听进去了。
毕竟这番话虽然听起来有点让人不舒服，但终归是为了自己好，这一点他还是能分辨清楚的。
就在众人准备根据以往的习惯打扫一下战场，看看有什么值钱东西或者魔法物品时，消失了一段时间的瓦内萨终于出现了。
在他的身后，赫然跟着刚才被干掉的那条龙巫妖。
只不过这条龙巫妖已经没有了之前那副嚣张的样子，而是像一条“败犬”老老实实跟在后面。
至于原因也非常简单。
瓦内萨手上拿着的那个镶嵌红宝石的盒子，就是它维系永生的命匣。
而且它之所以能够如此快速的复活，源自于一项独特能力——【移魂】。
与类人生物转化的巫妖不同，龙巫妖的身躯在被摧毁之后，是没办法通过正常方式再生的。
必须要借助同类或者爬虫类的尸体完成复活。
无论该生物之前是什么形态，被占据后都会在极短时间内彻底转化成为龙巫妖被摧毁之前的样子。
如果周围没有同类或爬虫类的尸体，那么它们的灵魂将永久的被困在命匣里。
这也是为何，龙巫妖必须要跟拜龙教合作的重要原因。
只有这群把龙当成神来崇拜的家伙，才会去搜集符合要求的尸体和骸骨，为它们复活做准备。
通常情况下，拜龙教会在龙巫妖的命匣旁边摆放至少足够复活两次的尸体跟骸骨。
这也就意味着，跟龙巫妖战斗的人需要杀死其两到三次才算是赢得胜利。
难度之高根本不是一般正义人士或冒险小队能够做到的。
但可惜的是，左思再次利用自己对于龙巫妖这种生物的了解，提前布置好了一切。
让瓦内萨提前潜入洞穴更深处，去寻找龙巫妖的命匣，然后守在旁边。
等龙巫妖被杀死开始进行【移魂】的时候，这才突然出手夺取命匣。
当对方完成【移魂】并复活的时候，已经失去了讨价还价的筹码。
“给，这是你要的命匣。”
瓦内萨将那个镶嵌大量红宝石的金色盒子双手奉上，眼神中闪过一丝钦佩。
通过这次行动，他察觉到了左思身上的某些特质。
尤其是缜密的思维，以及不管遇到任何麻烦都会提前做大量准备的恐怖习惯，简直让人感到害怕。
没什么比面对这样的对手更令人感到绝望了。
“干得不错。”
左思接过命匣脸上浮现出满意的表情。
因为拿到这玩意就等同于拿捏住了龙巫妖。
除非对方不想活了，否则无论有什么样的情绪都得老老实实的服从。
瓦内萨用略带怜悯的目光瞥了一眼身后的龙巫妖，然后笑着摇了摇头：“这跟我没什么关系，都是你安排得好。事实上像这种事情，随便派一个掌握六环【解离术】的施法者都能轻松办到。我现在越来越期待，你未来能走出一条怎样的道路。”
左思也笑着回应道：“放心，我不会让你失望的。”
“我相信。另外，战斗既然已经结束，我是不是能先回去一趟，把法师塔的学徒们安排一下？他们现在肯定正在因为我莫名其妙的失踪而感到恐慌呢。而且我还想去拜访一下老朋友杰弗里。”
瓦内萨趁机提出了一个请求。
Since he had just been transformed into a lich, he still retained a certain attachment to his interpersonal relationships and social status in his "previous life" and did not want to cut them off immediately.
"No problem. I'll summon you to help if needed."
Zuo Si agreed very reasonably.
After all, the other party is not a summoned creature, and it is normal for him to have his own life.
"Thank you so much."
Vanessa was undoubtedly very happy to get a positive answer, and she cast a teleportation magic and disappeared without a trace.
After he left, Zuo Si turned his gaze to the dragon lich and asked with interest: "Do you mind telling me your name?"
"Barris Riatter..."
The dragon lich slowly uttered a rather awkward word.
"Barith Riat? Are you the ancient green dragon that the elves call the Emerald Nightmare?"
Wilmes couldn't help but exclaim.
Despite being a red dragon, she has always looked down on the other four colors of dragons.
However, we still maintain a certain degree of respect for those "predecessors" who have made a name for themselves.
Because the name of each evil dragon means a series of killing, destruction, ruin and death.
Only when these terrifying beasts continue to cause tragedies will people give them various nicknames to show how dangerous and terrifying the dragon is.
But to an evil dragon, this nickname is a form of honor and recognition.
Looking at the red dragon in front of him that had just reached adulthood and had caused him a lot of trouble in the battle just now, the dragon lich nodded slightly: "Yes, I am the Emerald Nightmare."
"You...why did you turn yourself into a dracolich?" Wilmes asked in confusion.
"It's simple. I was seriously injured in a battle, and I would have died if I hadn't transformed into a dracolich." Barisriat gave a straightforward answer.
In fact, this is also the origin of most of the dragon liches in the Cult of the Dragon.
A dragon is a creature that will continue to grow in strength even if it does nothing but sleep all day.
So anyone who has nothing to do will transform himself into a dragon lich.
Of course, it is not ruled out that some powerful spellcasters of the Dragon Cult transform some younger dragons into dracolichs through threats, intimidation, coercion, and other means.
"Who? Who can seriously injure you?"
Wilmes obviously has a bit of a "gossipy" character. He even forgot that he had just had a fierce fight with the opponent and wanted to steal the opponent's treasure.
He is obviously over 150 years old, but his personality is still like a naughty child who has not grown up.
Zuo Si was not interested in the internal struggles of the "Dragon Clan" and immediately interrupted, "That's enough. Put aside your curiosity for now. I need to talk to this Emerald Nightmare."
Upon hearing the request from its master, the strange creature immediately took control of the body from Wilmes and made the young red dragon shut up.
The dragon lich was obviously very surprised that Zuo Si could make a proud, arrogant and tyrannical red dragon so obedient and well-behaved. The red light in his eyes kept flashing, and he began to worry about his own fate.
Because any dragon that transforms itself into a dracolich must have a strong desire to survive.
Otherwise, they would not choose to live in this way being despised and ridiculed by their own kind.
Just when Barrisriat was about to say something, Zuo Si suddenly summoned "Legacy", absorbing all the mana remaining from the enemies just killed in the cave, and gave it to the Planeswalker class.
Combined with the mana absorbed from the previous battles on both sides of the cliffs in Lucky Valley, Cheng upgraded his planeswalker profession to level 7 and gained the ability to create barrier cards.
After doing all this, he raised his head and looked at the dragon lich in front of him, and asked in an emotionless tone: "Do you want to die or live?"
Baris Ryat was obviously frightened by this almost cruel attitude, and immediately replied: "I want to live!"
"Very good! Then you must let go of your spirit and not resist even the slightest. Otherwise, I will destroy your life box immediately."
After saying this, Zuo Si took out a blank card, pointed it at the dragon lich and uttered two words: "Seal!"
moment!
An extremely huge spherical energy barrier enveloped Barisriat from head to toe.
This sudden change made the dragon lich visibly nervous and flustered.
But just as it tried to struggle, it suddenly heard Zuo Si's warning.
"I told you to let go of your spirit and not to offer even the slightest resistance. If I fail, I will simply destroy your phylactery."
These words were like a bucket of cold water, immediately extinguishing the spark of resistance rising in Barisriat's heart.
It did not have the power to repel the spherical energy barrier, and allowed it to seal itself up.
In the end, whether it was the dragon lich or the life box in Zuo Si's hand, they were all sucked into the card and turned into a picture with densely packed explanatory text below.
[Creature Card: Undead Creature - Dragon Lich]
[LV7 Black Card (Upgradable)]
[Card Quality: Precious]
[Effect: Summon a powerful dragon lich named Barisriat to serve the planeswalker.
It has most of the abilities it had as a green dragon in life, including breathing, and also has various immunities and characteristics of undead creatures.
Every day, you can cast "Charm Human", "Dominate Human", "Entanglement", "Suggestion", and "Plant Growth" at will.
In addition, he can also release spells he has mastered like a LV16 warlock, up to the eighth ring.
As a dragon lich, any creature that is gazed at and hit by Barisrat may be temporarily paralyzed and stand still.
It exudes an aura of fear all over its body, which can make those timid or weak-willed creatures feel scared from the bottom of their hearts, and eventually lose the courage to fight it and turn around and run away.
A dracolich possesses the ability to manipulate the undead around him.
But during the manipulation, it will temporarily be unable to cast other spells.
Barrisriat can understand any language you speak and will obey every command given to him until he is killed or cancels the summons.]
[Using this card requires 25 points of general magic, or 25 points of black magic]
[When a dragon lich is killed and there are no corpses of the same kind or reptiles around to cast "Soul Transfer", the card automatically enters the cemetery and waits for rebirth for fifteen days]
Looking at the brand new cards in his hand, Zuo Si couldn't help but curl up the corners of his mouth slightly, revealing a meaningful smile.
After all, there is nothing more pleasing than turning your strongest enemy into your trump card.
(End of this chapter)